1915 on Christmas DayOn the western front the guns all died awayAnd lyin' in the mud on bags of sandWe heard a German sing from No Man's LandHe had a tenor voice so pure and trueThe words were strange but every note we knewSoaring or the living dead and dammedThe German sang of peace from No Man's Land

They left their trenches and we left oursBeneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowersWith photos, cigarettes, and pots of wineWe built a soldier's truce on the front lineTheir singer was a lad of 21We begged another song before the dawnAnd sitting in the mud and blood and fearHe sang again the song all longed to hear

Silent night, no cannons roarA King is born of peace forever moreAll's calm, all's brightAll brothers hand in handIn 19 and 15 in No Man's Land

And in the morning all guns boomed in the rainAnd we killed them and they killed us againAt night they charged we fought them hand to handAnd I killed the boy that sang in No Man's Land

Silent night no cannons roarA king is born of peace forever moreAll's calm, all's brightAll brothers hand in hand

And that young soldier singsAnd the song of peace still ringsWell the captains and all the kingsBuilt No Man's LandSleep in heavenly peace